Cafe 101

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I think Cheshire will take great pleasure in showing off his unique skills. I also think Viz will enjoy it more if she is surprised by the show.

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Peace&Love and Jack (super Border Collie) enter the Cafe, just in time to hear Diane's joke...

<laughing> Oh, Diane, That's great!!

<scratching Cheshire on the head> Hey there, Ches!

Woof! (translated: Stop Petting The Cat! Throw the frisbee! Throw the frisbee!)

Sal, how about one of your wonderful double-vanilla-lattes? Oh, thank you!! Your's are the best!

Jack sees Prissy and starts running. His feet are slipping on the freshly waxed floor of the Cafe, so that he is running in place. He finally gets some traction, and skids around the corner of the counter. He sits pretty for Prissy and lifts up his right paw to 'wave'.

Prissy says Good Boy, Jack, here's some cheese!

Viz, have you met White Rabbit? He has a cage out back, by the seals' pool, but usually he is hopping around the Cafe, as if he's late for an important date.

P & L-clicker worked fine again, here I am just left Lola's they're looking for my swimming trunks so I can swim back to the Uk and catch the last 30 minutes of one man and his dog.

If you come over here by the fire I'll tell you about my friend Gloria - now we were both kids when we first met and ..........Hiama falls asleep by the fire, leaving P & L to tuck him up in the large chesterfield, he looks like a baby sleeping there, Jack gives him a lick goodnight.

<looking to her left, PaL notices that the Dove has turned a pale shade of green... with envy... that hiama is watching "One Man And His Dog"...>

:wink: :wink:

Hey P&L, I'll join you as soon as I get a latte from Sal, then I'll be happy to sit here scratching Jack's ears. As Diane sits next to P&L, she is once again envious of her long legs and high cheekbones. Oh well, some of us need to be short I guess, to keep watch for all those pesky, low-flying aircraft.

Do you think we could get a link to the BBC? I love those Brit comedies.

Are you being served, dys asked with a lisp.

Lola (Ethel to some) checks to make sure HIAMA is all cozy and tucked in by the fire. Wassau brings a pillow and Viz and Diane help tuck it under his head.

"There," says Prissy. He's good for the night. He can swim home tomorrow morning before work. The swim will do him good, and he needs his sleep tonight."

Turning to Dyslexia, Prissy says, "I'm serving. Is there something I can bring you?"

"Plwese briwng me sthome cup of coffee," slips Dys, "and sthomething sthour. I've got my tongue glued to the roof of my moupth."

Lola turns to Diane and says, "don't worry, Diane, some of the best of us are shorties."

Dys--that's a classic!! Do you have the walk? I'll get to find out for myself in Albuqerque, hee, hee.

"My word, this coffee's very good" exclaimed Dys. Prissy smiled nervously. "It seems to enhance one's perception of reality" Dyslexia mused. Diane nodded from the corner of the room and started to clear up the mess. "In fact, I'd go as far as to say that..." Dys was now speaking directly into his cup and staring intently at the bottom. He swayed a little then collapsed in an ungainly heap on the floor. "Finally", Lola said. "The BBC is only on after 9 p.m. but we can listen to Liszt's Totentanz." The room grew quiet.

Scooping Dys up off the floor, Wassau, Sal and Cheshire struggle to carry Dys to the comfy chair by the fireplace. Wrapping him in blankets and scooching a pillow under his head, Diane kisses him on his forehead and wishes him sweet dreams. P&L turns on the TV and everyone (except HIAMA and Dys) turns their eyes onto the BBC.

Are my eyes fooling me? Did I just see my new kitty friend helping to carry Dys across the room? How DID he do that ???

Oh dear, it seems all my gentlemen friends are unconscious. I did so hope one of them would rub my hands with some lotion. My fingers are quite sore after that writing class today....

Hiama awakens and seeing the state of Viz's hands applies liberal amounts of soothing E45 cream, he also massages her neck and pretty soon she is snoring and fast asleep. Hiama who clicked himself back and forth to Lola's has his restorative coffee and gets ready for the swim back acorss the pond. He turns out the lights as he leaves and gives Viz a kiss on the cheek as he leaves.

Thank you so much for the hand & neck massage, Hiama. I really needed it. You are such a sweetheart.

However, I DO NOT SNORE!!!

Don't worry, Viz. We'll never tell. :wink:

Peace&Love stretches her arm out, holding the remote control, flipping through the TV stations.

"Hmmm.... I wonder if the Mariner's baseball game is on tonight?"

Wassau looks up from reading his science fiction book. "The Mariners are off to a pretty good start on the season. I wonder if they can hold up for the long run. Of course, being that we're here, in New York City, we should be watching the Yankees' game."

One of the customers says, "American Idol is on tonight." This begins a rousing conversation about Artistic Freedom, which is always the foremost thought of the customers at Cafe 101.

"The producers of American Idol tell the contestests what to wear, how to act, how to sing. They have No Artistic Freedom!"

"Hey, PaL, try a different channel!"

"OK... here's a fun show... Trading Places..."

Viz, I've been known to make some unladylike noises in my sleep. Chances are I'm the guilty party.

Diane! I never would have guessed!

Please, P&L, can we turn off the television? No matter which channel I watch, they keep bumping the programming for Rumsfeld & Co. I am SO sick of it! Can't we just listen to some music? Does anyone here play an instrument?

Viz,

I've plucked a few heart strings , does that count ?

I know you have. You broke my heart in Venice. Ladies, sing along with me........

HIAMA'S THEME SONG

"You told me that you love me I believed you, darling,
But you lied, you know it's true.
Hold on to my heart, I'll believe it till you're leaving
Then I'll cry, yeah...."